I was reminded of a Story I wrote about 20 years ago, and that has me looking back on old Groups to pull some of the Letters and Articles out that some people today have maybe never seen. This Posting is about that, with New stuff mixed it as well.
It is ALWAYS nice to see a Woman Feminize her husband!
Here is a Posting from one of my Yahoo Groups from about 16 years ago!
Your recent letter from the mother of twins struck such a chord with me that I just had to write to share my own story with you and your readers. I have four children: three girls and a boy. The boy and one of my daughters are twins, and are the youngest in the family. My husband travels a great deal, and as a result, ours is usually a very female-oriented household. That may be one factor that has contributed to my son’s feelings. I don’t know for sure. I suspect that having a twin sister has much more to do with it. In any case, a few months ago, my son was helping me with some little chore (we ask all the children to help with the chores) — I think it was the laundry as a matter of fact — when out of the blue he asked my why his sister got to wear skirts and dresses but he didn’t! I was quite surprised, and my first inclination was to just say to him “because you’re a boy and boys don’t wear those kinds of clothes.” But I didn’t say that (and I’m glad — and I think he’s glad — I didn’t). Instead, I just paused for a moment, then asked him why he was asking. He said that he didn’t think it was fair, that she got to wear dresses and he didn’t — that all his sisters got to wear dresses, and I wore dresses, and we all talked a lot about looking pretty, and I always told his twin sister how pretty she looked when she was dressed in a nice dress or skirt, but I never said anything like that to him. Well, at that moment I realized he was right. He was kind of left out of a lot of things because the rest of us were females and he was the only boy. And I did often favor his sister I guess, just because she’s a girl. Certainly in terms of taking her shopping and getting her pretty clothes and complimenting her on her appearance.
So what’s a mother to do? I gave him a hug, told him I loved him as much as his twin sister, and then we went up to her room together and I got our some of her clothes and helped him try them on. And I told him that if he wanted to wear panties and a skirt and blouse or dress that it was fine with me.
Well, since then, he has spent a lot of time dressed as a girl. I’ve even bought him his own panties, and when we go shopping for something for his sister now, I usually get a matching item for him. His father isn’t pleased with this, but he’s not around much, and in any case, I’ve just told him that our son is just exploring all sides to himself and there is nothing wrong with a boy exploring what it is like to be feminine. Which I really think is true. And the girls all really like having a new “sister.” The older two have been very supportive and encouraging, and they tell my son all the time how pretty he is and how much they like him when he’s dressed up and how much nicer it is to be a girl than a boy — that kind of stuff. Certainly, he looks adorable when he’s dressed up, and he now gets a lot more attention and more compliments from me too. This picture of the two of them was taken about a month ago. Isn’t he cute! I had it taken at a photo studio and I think it’s my favorite picture of the two of them. It was pretty funny, actually. I could see that the photographer wasn’t sure if my son was a boy or a girl, and then when I talked to my son and called him by his name, the photographer did a real double take, but he didn’t say anything and just went on taking the pictures.
I have found the many letters and discussions on your site concerned with petticoat discipline quite interesting. I have two sons myself, and reading about ways in which other mothers discipline their sons successfully is always useful. My own situation with respect to putting my sons in dresses and skirts is different however. I certainly do put my boys into girls clothes sometimes. They each have lots of experience spending time in panties, pantyhose, tights, skirts, blouses, dresses, girls sweaters, nightgowns, knee socks, mary jane shoes — the whole gamut of pretty girls clothes. However, this is not something I do as punishment. I do it because I like to see them looking pretty.
Maybe if I had a daughter I’d feel differently. Maybe if my sons had a sister, she would serve as the focus of my interest in having a child in frilly pretty clothes. But all I have is the two boys. Even when they were infants I would sometimes like to put them into pink baby girl outfits with pretty bows in their hair. Of course, people would think they were girls, and I liked that. I loved picking out sweet baby girl clothes for them, and I never saw any reason not to dress them as girls sometimes. As each of them has gotten older (they’re now 8 and 6) I’ve simply continued buying them outfits that I think are pretty and putting them into their frillies a few times each week.
Both of them certainly know that they are boys, but they also know that it makes mom happy to have them spend time as girls. So partly they do it to please me. They want to be good boys, they want to do what I want them to do, and they know that part of that is to sometimes dress as girls. But it isn’t only that — I don’t think there’s any question that the time they spend as sisters is time that they enjoy. I’ve attached a recent portrait I had taken of them. Now tell me — do they look like boys who are unhappy about being in skirts? Not at all! There are a few people who know about what I do who have questioned it — including my own sister. She says I’m turnig my sons into sissies and that someday they’ll be angry with me. My answer to her is — I don’t think so! Certainly not the being angry with me part. I think what I’m doing is good for them. They are both very nice, very sweet, very thoughtful, and very mature for their ages. They do well in school, have lots of friends, and I think part of the reason is that they are complete. By that I mean that they accept that they have both a masculine and a feminine side (or, as they put it, a boy part and a girl part).
Ironically, it is my sister’s two boys who have problems. They are mean and unpleasant and have problems in school. If my sister were smarter, instead of criticizing me, she’d be putting her own sons into panties. They could really benefit from petticoat punishment. But my own boys don’t need petticoat punishment — they just need some time each week to be my little girls!
I suspect I’m not typical of mostvisitors to your site. I am a middle-age woman, the mother of threechildren (two girls and a boy). I’ve been divorced for about sevenyears, and work full time now as a portraitphotographer.
So – what brings me to your site,and why am I writing to you? I have, for a long time, had aninterest in cases in which women, I guess you might call it, petticoattheir sons. Not as punishment, mind you. Just out of aninterest in seeing what they might look like asgirls.
My own son is very good looking,and when he was young I found myself having to very frequently fight theurge to put him into a skirt or dress. I would look at his sweetface, and often think how pretty he would have been had he been agirl. And I would look at his longish blonde hair, and have to holdmyself back from taking him to my room to put it into braids orpigtails.
It bothered me that I felt thatway, and so I rarely acted on my feelings. Certainly he did notspend much time in panties. On the other hand, from time to time asituation would arise that would permit me feminize his appearance withoutfeeling it was inappropriate. For example, when my oldestdaughter got some make-up for her 10th birthday, I helped her put some onwhile her sister and brother (he was 6 at the time) were watching. Iglanced over, and without even thinking asked them if they’d like me toput some on them. My younger daughter (age 8) of course saidyes. My son said no, but both his sisters then began to urge him totry it. He said that boys don’t do that, but his sisters kept urginghim on, telling him it was only for fun, until he finally agreed. Isuspect he really like the idea, quite honestly, but needed to be toldthat it was OK for a boy to do it. Well, pretty soon both girls andmy son had on lipstick, mascara, eye liner, rouge, and fingernailpolish. And I just loved putting the make-up on my son and seeinghow pretty he looked with it on.
Another time, the three of themwere playing some kind of game where the winner could tell the loser to dosomething and the loser had to do it. It was mostly silly stuff likeacting like an animal or spinning until you get dizzy. But then oneof my daughters (I’m not sure which one) won and told my son he had to puton an outfit of her clothes (I assure you that girls definintely do findit amusing to make boys dress like girls). I think he was eight atthe time, and he decided he didn’t want to play if that was what he wantedto do. And so they all started to fight. I was in anotherroom, and had no idea what was going on until the yelling got so loud thatI had to go investigate. When I walked in the room, I was presentedby quite a site. My two daughters were holding my son face down onthe bed with his hands behind his back. They had managed to removehis pants and his underpants, had put a pair of panties on him, and werein the process of working a skirt up his legs. He was struggling andcrying, and when I came in the room, he called to me to make themstop.
I calmed everyone down, then madethem each tell me “their” side of the story. After hearing them out,I told my son that it sounded to me like he’d agreed to play the game, andsince he’d lost, and since what he was being made to do wasn’t going tohurt him at all, it seemed to me that his sisters had every right to makehim do it. I remember also telling him that, in any case, I thoughthe actually look quite pretty in his sister’s clothes, and that lots ofboys actually liked to try on girls’ clothes sometimes and that there wasnothing wrong with doing it – that girls wore boys’ clothes all the time,so why not see what he looked like in girls’clothes.
At that point he gave upprotesting, and did what his sisters wanted, and in just a couple ofminutes he was dressed in panties, a skirt, blouse, girl’s sweater, frillyanklets, and girls’ shoes (I think they were those kind with the straps – Mary Jane’s I think they’re called), and with my help, his hair wasbrushed into a pony tail tied with a pink ribbon. He lookedadorable! He was so pretty it just melted myheart.
For a long time I never mentionedthis, or other similar incidents, to any of my friends, but over the pastfew years (now that our kids are mostly grown), as my friends and I havereminisced, I have been surprised at how many of them have similar storiesto tell – of wanting to put their boys into dresses and of how much fun itwas when they had some opportunity to do so. For example, my friendJulie said that when her son was seven she encouraged him to try out for aChristmas play at their local library. The play only had acouple of parts for boys, and Julie knew that those had already beencast. Unbeknownst to her son, she had spoken with the womanorganizing the production about selecting her son to play one of thegirl’s parts – to be a sugarplum fairy. When he got that role, hewas reluctant at first, but after a lot of encouragement from his mother(who kept emphasizing how much fun it would be, how it didn’t matterbecause it was only a play, how disappointed she would be in him if hedidn’t accept the part) he finally agreed. Julie said that it was awonderful experience. He had to wear a pretty little ballerinaoutfit – complete with tights, slippers, pink tutu etc. And althoughhe put it on at the library, his mother convinced him that for the rideover to the library it would be better if he wore a dress or skirt andblouse. That way, she said, everyone would think he really was agirl and he wouldn’t get teased! And except for her friend thedirector of the play, no one did know that Julie’s daughter was really herson.
As my friends and I have admittedthese things to each other, we’ve also each mentioned how guilty we feltabout some of the things we’d done, although talking about it with eachother has been very therapeutic in making us realize what we’ve done issomething most women like to do, and since there’s no real harm, why feelguilty – right!
The reason for writing to youknow, Bobbie, is that in my job as a photographer, something I’ve beenasked to do several times quite recently has been to take mother-daughterportraits – in cases where I know that the “daughter’ in the picture isreally a boy! I’m attaching two of those pictures with this note foryou to see. When you look at them, it can be hard to think aboutthese pretty children as boys — but I assure you that in each case, justone day before the portrait was taken, these boys were dressed in jeansand shirts, with their hair wild and probably all dirty from roughhousingoutdoors with other boys.
In bothof these particular cases, I’ve take other pictures of the family, so ofcourse I knew that the child was a boy not a girl. But when thesemothers came in for these pictures, they were obviously not ashamed orguilty at all about having put their boys into girl’s clothes. Theirattitude was basically – why not? They think their sons arepretty. They think they look cute in girl’s clothes. They evenclaim that it is really good for their boys to experience life as a girl abit, so that they’ll be more understanding and less sexist as they growup. The moms have also told me that they simply think it’s fun tohave a once-per-week or once-per-month time when their sons spend time astheir daughters, and that those are wonderful times for building up a niceclose relationship with their child. In fact, when you look at thepictures, you can just see how pleased the moms are with how pretty they’dmade their sons, and even the boys look perfectly happy with being able tohave this special mother-daughter time. One of the moms (Teresa, whois the one posing in the matching mother-daughter outfits) told me thatshe and her son are part of a play-group with four other mothers ofsimilar-aged boys. The group meets two afternoons per week, duringwhich the boys get to play while the moms chat over coffee. She toldme that one week of each month, the have “girl” play group. The boysare dressed in girls clothes, they are called by girlish versions of theirnames, and all of the play activities and outings are girl-related. Teresa said that all the boys are comfortable with this and enjoy theopportunity to play with dolls, to be soft and pretty, and so on. Instead of fighting and playing soldier, they have pretend tea parties,play hopscotch, they dress up their dolls and brush their dolls’ hair,they walk around holding hands and giggle a lot (especially, Teresa said,when they see each other’s panties). Teresa said that all theboys seem to particularly like it when they get to be in matchingmother-daughter outfits, like in the picture I took of Teresa and herson.
I have to admit I really admirethese women. Things really do seem to have changed since my boyswere little. Not in terms of women wanting to put their boys intodresses, but in terms of whether they feel guilty about it. Theyoung mothers I meet today who do this feel quite comfortable with whatthey are doing. I wish I’d been able to feel that way.
Nice to see the Changes in boys!
Aubrey is such a Beautiful husband & father!
Britney is so fortunate to have the support of his family in embracing his Femininity!
Emma is such a Great example of male Beauty!
Kyoko is the Ultimate in male Femininity!
Mary-Jane, and ex-soldier and Beautiful husband!
The New Age husband!
Sophie’s Sissy Stories 29
By: A Happy Wife
My boyfriend began carrying a handbag a few years ago. Actually it wasn’t a handbag; it was just a day-timer then it became a man’s bag eventually evolving to a unisex bag. He had heard all the teasing from the colleagues at work. He had heard his bag called a handbag, listened to all the comments about matching shoes and room for makeup. He was a good sport and even enjoyed the good-natured kidding; he bristled inside at some of the meaner and nastier stuff. The bag was very practical and handy for a busy man who had to have lots of things readily at hand it paid off. The bag carried his wallet, his phone, hair brush, deodorant, and some pens. If He had tried to cram all that into his pants pockets he would have been uncomfortable and lumpy. The bag had become a given with my boyfriend and he always had it with him.
I’m Bethany and had been dating my boyfriend for about nine months; and even I had teased him about his handbag and had often asked him to carry my lipstick from time to time if my bag was too full or deliberately too small. He didn’t seem to mind, and didn’t seem to even notice the looks he sometimes got from others when I asked him for my lipstick. I did notice the looks and glances and liked the approving nod I got from other women when my handbag carrying man retrieved lipstick from his handbag and dutifully handed it to me and then returned it to his bag when I was finished. I thought the Handbag thing was just a little bit over the top and certainly did nothing to reinforce the masculine image of my boyfriend, it was reinforcing quite the opposite image. I liked my boyfriend and accepted his not being overly masculine. We hadn’t slept together and I had no plans to even though I could tell that he would jump at the chance.
We often double dated with a married couple once in a while. Hayley and Simon were nice to go out with. Simon was somewhat shy and quiet. Hayley was the boss in that relationship and Simon did not seem to mind the subservient role. My boyfriend had no idea how under the thumb of Hayley Simon was, nor how much I admired Hayley for her assertiveness in the relationship.
I had talked to Hayley about my boyfriend, and Hayley wanted to know how serious I was about him. I confessed to her that I thought he was really cute, nice and smart but was a bit of a wimp. I was used to more macho guys and he was just not like that. Hayley laughed and said you mean he is too much like Simon? I just nodded, embarrassed at the conversation. Hayley said don’t worry about hurting my feelings I know Simon is a total wimp, I like it that way, and if you were to work it right you could have it all your own way and have your boyfriend in the palm of your hand. I didn’t know for sure what Hayley meant but wanted to know more. Hayley said he already carries a Handbag let’s start there. I said OK and would let Hayley lead.
Hayley, Simon and I did a little gift shopping for my boyfriend. I was surprised at Simon’s appearance but didn’t say anything. I just looked him over and realised he was dressed in women’s clothing. Felicity, as Hayley was calling him wore his gold small hoop earrings, light foundation, blush and pink tint lip-gloss. Felicity had on brown plain patent leather shoes with a small heel. Felicity wore natural tan tights and back-zip tan slacks with a narrow belt that matched his shoes. He had a silk blouse tucked into the slacks, a gold chain and pendent. He had on a very feminine wedding and engagement ring set and gold ladies watch.
I couldn’t help but smile at the brown patent leather bag he had tucked under his arm with its short shoulder strap. Felicity looked like a girl or a very sissy boy. Whatever, it was cute and really showed the world that Hayley was in charge, and this sissy she had on her arm would kiss her arse in public and thank her for the privilege. Is this the plan Hayley has for my boyfriend? Oh well I think I can get used to it, I thought. Felicity was about the same size as my boyfriend and I knew just about all his sizes. Felicity was able to convert men’s sizes into women’s sizes so getting things that fit was pretty easy. I expressed alarm at the femininity of some of the things they were getting for my poor partner. Hayley told me not to worry. With Felicity and her there at the present opening and subsequent trying on he would in effect be ambushed. Hayley assured me he was a sissy just waiting to be developed.
Later, at my house, I just watched as Hayley pointed and Felicity dropped to his knees and removed Hayley’s court shoes and began to massage her feet. When Felicity was finished he turned to me and offered to do mine, I accepted his offer and I thought to myself, my partner will be doing lots of this. Felicity wrapped the presents for him.
He was getting some nice lingerie, bras, knickers and various shades of tan tights, a few more handbags and matching shoes, slacks and blouses along with moderate priced jewellery. I was worried about his reaction to all these feminine gifts, Hayley assured me it would be fine, Felicity didn’t say much. Hayley suggested that I give him the hand-bags and matching shoes first saving the red flats and cute red Handbag till he was ready. Hayley reasoned that if he would accept the handbag and shoes, the blouses, tights and pants would be easy. With Felicity and Hayley both there offering encouragement to him and telling him how cute he would look, he would be a pushover. Hayley told me in private that I might have to promise to sleep with him to convince him to wear this stuff. I laughed at this and said I had already considered that.
The presents were for my boyfriend’s birthday and the small party was at Bethany’s home. Bethany could tell Felicity was uncomfortable and embarrassed about his costume. Bethany thought it was hilarious and made the poor boy do a little runway show for her and Hayley. Felicity was decked out in what Hayley referred to as serving attire. It was somewhere between a six year old girls dress and a French maid’s uniform.
The dress was pink, its skirt was short stopping well above the knees the two full petticoats made the already short skirt stand almost straight out from the humiliated sissy’s waist. The ruffled white panties were clearly visible when the unfortunate sissy moved or bent forward. Bethany could just about detect the outline of a steel chastity cage. Felicity wore nude sheer to the waist tights and white one strap Mary Jane shoes. The dresses sleeves were short and puffed, and the sissy wore a frilly white tea apron over this humiliating outfit. Felicity was made up and on his head was a lovely strawberry blonde wig. Felicity was adorable and Bethany gushed over how cute he was much to the poor sissy’s humiliation. he was told he would become best friends with Bethany’s boyfriend, who would be called Sophie from now on.
Felicity just hated this kind of embarrassment and dreaded the moment that Sophie saw him. It was little consolation to Felicity that the girls had the same path planned for Sophie. Felicity would be out of sight when Sophie arrived and he breathed a sigh of relief at that. Felicity stood before the two women and as told lifted his pretties and dropped his panties. Felicity heard the sharp intake of breath as Bethany saw the chastity device that Felicity was forced to wear. Bethany started to giggle at the sight of Felicity’s little penis all wrapped up in its steel cage. Bethany knew that no man enjoyed having two women laughing at his penis. Words like tiny, darling, and adorable were not words men liked to have used to describe their manhood. Bethany just couldn’t help but use feminine sounding adjectives to describe Felicity’s little penis. The cage was small and held in place tightly round poor Felicity’s’ penis had reduced the diameter down to about the size of a finger. The locked cage obviously eliminated any chance of an erection, which added to the poor sissy’s humiliation.
Felicity was shaved and the penis and the testicles appeared childlike and ever so small, almost girlish. Felicity stood there and held his skirt and petticoats up as the ladies heaped scorn and ridicule on his symbols of masculinity. Bethany felt bad about Felicity’s’ suffering but it was just too funny and the power the women had over this silly sissy was intoxicating to her and she wanted more of it. Bethany had never seen Sophie’s penis and testicles and didn’t know how they compared to Simon’s but Bethany thought that with his own cage on, Sophie’s manhood could be reduced to girlhood. Bethany had become hungry for this kind of power. She took Felicity’s penis in her hand and could feel the heat coming from it and she just knew the desire poor Felicity felt and she also knew the humiliation his forced impotence had on the little sissified man. Hayley said to Bethany, got any ideas? Bethany just smiled and nodded her head yes.
Sophie arrived right on time and greeted Bethany and Hayley, he asked about Simon and was told he would be along later. He was in a bedroom sulking from his latest humiliation at the hands of the two women. He sat on the bed, his hands were drawn behind his back and held in place with a pair of finger cuffs, in his mouth was a ball and gag. He had instruction to keep it in or suffer the consequences, he didn’t know what they might be but didn’t want to suffer them. He could hear the party begin to start up and heard Bethany go and get some gifts for the unsuspecting Sophie.
The first gift Sophie opened was a black Handbag with a short shoulder strap and a gold clasp. It had a holder for a cell phone and a mirror inside. It was shiny black not patent but had a very waxed look. It was obviously a women’s bag and Sophie knew it. Bethany began pointing out the advantages of this bag and Sophie could see that she was correct. He was worried about the feminine appearance of this Handbag. To make matters worse the girls called the bag a Handbag and wanted to see him carry it. Terms like so cute and very pretty were flying around. Sophie thought he could carry it when he was with Bethany.
The next gift was the matching shoes. Sophie was somewhat taken aback by them. These were girl’s shoes! They were the same shiny black leather as the Handbag. They had a thin hard sole with a covered heel about two inches tall. The vamp was high and the shoes had an elastic gore for a good fit. These things were court shoes and Sophie knew it. He looked at Bethany and Hayley with disbelief. Bethany handed him a pair of sheer Sahara tights and said try them on! Both Bethany and Hayley stood before Sophie and it was clear to Sophie that he had best try on the stupid shoes. He untied his wing tips and slipped off his socks.
Bethany said if you’re going to wear tights you should be wearing knickers too, and Hayley handed Sophie a pair of full white knickers with a design of pink flowers on them. Sophie went beetroot red and looked at both women, only to see they were deadly serious. He had best change into the tights and knickers. He turned his back and slid his underpants down and then holding the knickers for what seemed like an eternity, Sophie slowly pulled the soft garment up his legs. By the time the knickers were round his waist he had begun to swell, which both women noticed much to their amusement. Hayley then showed Sophie how to put on the tights and Sophie slid on the little court shoes. By this time, he had huge tent pole erection trying to force its way through his tights and knickers.
Bethany told him with a smile that the shoes were pant shoes and he would look nice in them. After all she reasoned, he was secure enough in his manhood to apply a little femininity if it made her happy. When dressed as a girl it made sense that he be called a female name. Bethany decided that Sophie suited him, and he would answer to that whenever he was dressed like a girl. Bethany assured him it would make her very happy as she lightly ran her fingers over his bulge. Sophie was modelling the shoes, tights and handbag for the girls when Felicity made his, or her, appearance.
Sophie was totally embarrassed to be seen in these women’s shoes, tan tights and carrying the Handbag but he could only imagine how embarrassed Simon must feel. Sophie wondered how Hayley had gotten Simon to ever agree to this. Simon gave each woman a small curtsy and then looked down to avoid Sophie’s eyes. Instead he saw the shiny toes of his white patent girl’s shoes and his nylon covered shaved girly legs extending from the skirt of his juvenile dress.
Embarrassed by his own attire and sissy appearance Felicity shifted his gaze to Sophie’s shoes. Felicity was further humiliated at his thoughts. Felicity had looked at Sophie’s shoes and thought how pretty his feet were and how stylish Sophie’s legs looked in those cute court shoes and sexy tights. Sophie was having his own problems as he had become aware of how cute a girl Simon made and how attracted Sophie was to him. Not only was Sophie attracted to Simon but Sophie couldn’t help but wonder how he might look in an outfit like Simon was wearing and how it must feel to stand there in front of these two women and wear it.
The rest of the evening was a blur for Sophie. He remembered receiving many presents and being embarrassed about the femininity of them. Sophie remembered promising Bethany he would wear them. He had made a deal to dress for her as she wished and she had made a deal to have sex with him. He was so hungry for sex with Bethany that he would have promised her his manhood, and he just about did.
The sex that night was amazing. Sophie was on his back and Bethany slid her pussy up to his face and settled her over his mouth. Sophie had never performed oral sex in his life. Bethany was not shy about letting him know her preferences. She batted his head and slapped him to get him in position and get his tongue speed where she wanted it. After she had over four orgasms she mounted Sophie and still in the superior position road him until he reached a quick and draining climax. When she pulled off she remarked that he certainly didn’t have much staying power. She then said men with a small penis often have that problem. She smiled and said it is a good thing there is nothing quick or small about your tongue.
Sophie was given one of her nighties to wear and she went to sleep. Sophie wondered what had happened he had a ladies clothing selection, been ridiculed about penis size, how long his erection lasted, been ridden like a woman and now had on a nightie. Sophie remembered the subjugated little Felicity and couldn’t help but think he would be taken down that road and he would be wearing pretty shoes and tights when he made the walk.
Sophie stood naked on the small stool Bethany had provided; his penis was at about eye level to the slightly bent over Felicity. Hayley stood beside Sophie with a ruler in her hand. Sophie had his hands on his hips and had been told not to move them. Bethany sat in a comfortable chair and watched the events before her with undisguised amusement. The women were dressed for a warm Saturday in shorts, sandals and cool crisp tops. They had on little makeup and their hair was loose and comfortable. Both looked cute and athletic for a summer day. Felicity looked cute too and this fact was troubling to Sophie. Felicity was clad in shorts, light tights, sandals and a cute top also his lightly made-up face looked surprisingly pretty even without a wig. Sophie was bothered by his attraction to this sissy. The attraction had not gone unnoticed by the women and the teasing was unmerciful.
Felicity was shaving Sophie. The sissy had shaved Sophie’s body, legs, arms, and arm-pits and was now denuding Sophie’s balls and clitty. Every few minutes Sophie would start to become erect and Hayley would smack the offending clitty with the ruler. Sophie would say thank you after each swat and that would be met with giggles from Bethany.
Sophie and Felicity had been told that they would from now on be assisting each other with their shaving needs. They were told that each would be responsible for the other; they would become very close and know each other’s cracks and crevices very well. In addition to this indignity they would give each other manicures and pedicures. Sophie had already had a pedicure from Felicity and his embarrassingly red toenails were on display right now. Sophie eyed the little pink chastity device with its tiny little lock lying on a table. Sophie had seen Felicity’s device and knew he was about to be put into one himself. Sophie knew that once locked in place any hope of an erection was gone. Bethany would be the one controlling his clitty. He would be in effect a sissy gelding and would suffer all the humiliation that entailed.
Felicity and Hayley guided Sophie into the bathtub and Felicity showered off any shaving cream. Sophie was bent forward and had his rear cheeks spread by Felicity and any stray hairs were taken care of. Felicity carefully looked over all Sophie’s private places and at least three more smacks were required to keep Sophie presentable. Bethany had told Sophie that his sexual performance was poor and a period of time in chastity would help his premature problem. Besides, she still had the use of that wonderful tongue, and she said with a smile that if she just had to have a penis she knew she could find one.
Bethany had the honour of putting the chastity device on Sophie. There was a ring his testicles slipped through and the plastic device wrapped around Sophie’s clitty. There was lace at both ends and it laced up the top like a little corset. A portion of the head stuck out beyond the lace. The little lock prevented Sophie from untying the whole thing. Sophie knew he could cut the thing off but dreaded the consequences if he did. The penis could be drawn back and attached to a short chain on the testicle ring or a leash could be attached so that his penis could lead Sophie around. Sophie was allowed to dress. He was dressed in shorts like the others. His were pink with white flowers on them. His sandals were white with a high wedge heel and dainty straps. The top he wore was white and sleeveless his bra straps were visible. His tights were Cindy sheer Natural tights. Hayley helped him with makeup and jewellery. When Sophie saw himself in the mirror he looked at himself and thought there was no doubt he was a sissy. Sophie picked up the white Handbag and held it by the little handle. Hayley and Bethany stood back and took it in. Bethany turned to Hayley and said I like my males to carry a Handbag.
A Happy Wife
The Woman that Encourage the Femininization of men and boys!